My Saturdays at the Travelling Library

Saturday morning is my life. Please do not mind comics. Occasionally my family does not take pictures, nor do I care about condensed cream filled with homemade scones or the smell of the downstairs of the house. I like to spend time on my own; Sunday is the day of the Lord and family day, the rest of the week is spent in elementary school (or later grammar school), studied mathematics and history, cursive writing and spelling, I am made a fool of myself. So on Saturday I removed the comfort that I could get inside the borrowed book. It was almost as if I was reading my life, I was reading the shade of an old lily tree in the front yard of my house.

After having grown up in the working class community, I had to go to the wealthy community and enter the good public libraries. And on Saturday afternoon I used a lot of reference books to learn how to apply financial aid to attend college. Before their Internet age, good libraries and good librarians were the key to my promotion. After the press conference Andrew Carnegie began democratizing information for the first time a century ago. He became the richest man in the world in the late nineteenth century and then did his best to donate 60 million dollars to fund 1,689 public libraries throughout the country. In my opinion, Google took the vision of Carnegie, opened the information to the public, put it on a steroid, and created a virtual library that can only be seen in the 1998 science fiction film.

When I was young, the local public library (original Carnegie library) was my second house. I remember every aspect of the place, my mother would let me go on Saturday morning and then pick me up on Saturday afternoon someday (whether I remember the timetable accurately, Of course it is a problem, but that is it) It feels happy,). Instead, I sit on the rock staircase and leaned against the big stone lions and I remember reading the treasures of my new book until she arrived. (When I returned to my hometown as an adult, I found that the lion is not as big as I thought, but in my memory they were protecting me very well.